beating dead horses over the head

Well, I for one, certainly never let  having nothing to say keep me from making a post,  Actually it's pretty rare that I have nothing to say.  As I go about my day thoughts occur to me and I file them away in the Beaglestonian file cabinet.  But even when the cabinet is bare if I just put down my head and type some sort of idea pops into my head,  Like the smell of napalm in the morning, the feel of my fingers clicky clacking across the keyboard inspires me of a morning,

I wonder what  Old Dog means about  recent discussions going in circles.  That would imply that they got back to where they started and in my humble opinion they mainly just peter out.  Hum, peter out.  The phrase goes back to the gold rush.  The least likely explanation is that it has something to do with St Peter and his faith dwindling at some point.  Not likely those sour-dough-chawing old miners would go for a biblical metaphor.  The second most unlikely explanation has something to do with a French word which I doubt that those miners would have any knowledge of except what they came across in one of those French whorehouses which likely dotted them thar hills alive with the scrapping of pans.  Well certainly anything coming out of a French Whorehouse would be a suitably interesting story, but it appears most likely it has something to do with saltpeter. which is what made the mashed potatoes in my college dorm and likely in those military messes taste so good. But as an explanation for a figure of speech leaves me unaroused.

Since Beagles is the one being praised for his brevity, and Old Dog is the one doing the praising it  seems that kindly Uncle Ken is being singled out for beating the dawgs and some poor dead horse over the head.  Of course the way I see it is that I bring interesting meaty subjects to the long table of the Beaglestonian dining hall, that are best savored, and ruminated upon rather than spitting out the first bite with a ptui, but  I guess that's just me,

I like to read.  I am not a fan of videos or audio anything.  Reading fills me up, I feel like I am an active participant.  Listening or watching I feel passive.like I am being spoon-fed. I can't just sit and watch or listen, I have to be doing something else to be fully occupied and likely that will  distract me from whatever i am watching/listening to.  Reading, if I'm not sure of something I can always go back a sentence or paragraph or two, whereas with the media I would have to go through some mechanical process to rewind and you can't just go back to a certain point. 

I guess those audio books would be fine if you were driving somewhere, or doing something sort of boring,  The gym is boring, and I have taken to listening to podcasts or RadioLab, which works just fine, but I would never listen to them just sitting around staring.

Subjectively it seems like I retain those podcasts pretty well, but I think if I was not doing anything else my mind would wander.


I think I've read two or three of Beagles's Caravan links (strangely enough from msn, this from guy who doesn't trust aljazeera) and I have yet to read one that alarms me.  Let me know when they are knocking on your door.

Tell Bambi I am rooting for him.